Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 388

That night, Willow got back to Cliffhaven Gardens around nine-thirty.

After finishing dinner at the hotel and cutting the cake earlier that evening, the younger crowd had gone out for karaoke. But right at nine, Ryan suddenly got a call from the precinct about an emergency and had to rush back, leaving early.

Since Ian and the other doctors had work the next day, they couldn't stay out too late either, so everyone decided to call it a night.

Parking the car and taking the elevator up, everything felt completely normal.

That was, until Willow stepped out of the elevator and saw the tall figure standing right in front of her door.

The bright hallway lights clearly illuminated the man's handsome and elegant face. But to Willow, the sight was nothing but an eyesore. She was in no mood to appreciate his looks.

Seeing her, Beasley's expression softened completely, the previous coldness in his eyes melting away into deep warmth.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, forming a very faint but incredibly tender smile.

Holding a bouquet of flowers, he stood there quietly looking at her. His gaze was filled with deep affection and longing, as if he were looking at the most precious treasure in the world.

Willow felt completely uncomfortable under his stare. Averting her eyes, she walked straight up to her door, stopping a few feet away from him. "You're not welcome here," she said coldly.

"I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday in person," he said, his voice strained as he deliberately ignored her icy tone.

"I heard you. Now you can leave," Willow replied.

"These flowers," Beasley said, glancing down at the bouquet before holding it out to her, "are for you. Happy birthday."

Not wanting to stand out in the hallway arguing with him, Willow reached out and took them without saying a word.

Beasley stared deeply into her eyes, as if he could never get enough of simply looking at her.

Why had he never been willing to truly look at her or listen to her in the past?

The longer he looked, the more regret consumed him.

Feeling his intense and conflicted gaze growing heavier, Willow furrowed her brow.

Just as she was about to lose her temper, he finally shifted his stance, stepping away from the door.

Willow remained completely still, clearly waiting for him to leave before unlocking it.

Beasley knew exactly what she was doing.

Unlocking the door with her fingerprint, Willow stepped inside, planning to dump the flowers straight into the living room trash can.

But the bouquet was too big; it wouldn't fit.

Thinking it over, she decided to just take them down to the building's dumpster the next day.

She casually tossed the bouquet onto a cabinet in the living room.

Of course, she didn't forget to grab her scanner and sweep the flowers for bugs or tracking devices.

After a thorough scan confirming they were clear, Willow finally felt relaxed enough to hit the shower.

Beasley's car was parked just outside the residential complex.

After getting behind the wheel, he sat there, making no move to drive away.

He desperately wanted to spend tonight with her.

But he couldn't even step through her front door anymore. All he could do was sit out on the street, staring up at her apartment from a distance.